I did always see sports flags pre Trump, but they were small and not obnoxious, just like a Bills fan type of thing. Since COVID hit I now see them sometimes in Canada for antivax stuff, and the Fuck Trudeau ones that dumb people favour.

Lemmy, Bluesky, Catodon, and sadly Facebook as that’s where I stay in touch with all my Livejournal friends. I would like very much to delete Instagram as it’s stupid and endlessly gives me anxiety as there’s always some restaurant or business I like announcing their closure, but some people I would miss being able to stay in touch with. I very seldom go on though.

The Blair Witch Project. Terrifying.

I was waiting at the train station, and some guy was coming up the elevator and yelled “Aaaaaaah!” in fear when he saw me. Then he came running up to me and asked me if I was his ex, and when I said I was not he asked me if I was sure. Um, yes.

My Welcome To Night Vale leggings!

David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest. It’s just a zillion loose threads of a novel that leads nowhere in particular.

When my SO bought me a present for my fortieth birthday that was something I would never use and clearly was for him (a rare bottle of bourbon), but he pretended it was a shared interest of ours. I don’t hate bourbon or anything but I very seldom drink any, maybe once a year, and I have yet to drink any from that bottle. It was wildly selfish.

Then when I turned 49 I got up that morning, and he asked me snarkily if I would be pretending if I was 39 for the rest of my life as some sort of hilarious joke about vanity. I am not vain at all and I don’t care how old I am, I loved my forties and have enjoyed my fifties so far.

Elon Musk is paying anti-immigration and anti-trans groups like the Tanron network to spread their rhetoric on social media.

Oh wait that one is true. Filthy piece of shit.

I like this one.

Little blue heron. Not so much rare but very rarely seen here.

The flags on the cars.

My mother has BPD and is pretty vicious, but I think the worst moment was when she told me it was my fault my brother is gay. She HATES the fact he is gay despite really not hating gay people at all and we were raised to love and accept them, and since she hates me she thinks it’s my fault. BPD leads to a lot of disordered thinking.

That’s psychotic.

Potato chips! We have salt and vinnies here too. Not unique to the UK at all.

Vituperative. Means vicious.

Ketchup chips.

I actually knew a dog whose owner taught him how to smile. He’d come running up to you to greet you at the park with his teeth bared in a friendly way.

My store is up to 16 items.

Oat milk and coconut whipped cream. I had orange creamsicle.

My aunt found out last week she has bowel cancer and I’m super worried. The gastroenterologist thinks surgery should fix things, so here’s hoping, but she’s like my mom so I’m scared.